The Journey of a Pseudo-Art Woman

Chapter 152 My woman is naturally the best!

Aunt Zhong and Aunt Zhong looked at the flirtatious and eye-catching expressions of the young couple, and knew that their good fortune was coming soon.

"Hey, I see that Ah Fei hasn't come?" Mrs. Zhong looked back, and saw that A Fei's child didn't seem to be seen in the crowd, so she thought of him and couldn't help asking.

Yunran also reacted now, remembering Ah Fei's resentful expression when she and Leng Jingyan came out.

Leng Jingyan murmured, "He said we were all in pairs, and he was alone, so he dragged me to bring the congratulatory gift, and said that he would not come to join in the fun."

"Hey, this kid is not young anymore, he should really be in a hurry. Let him come with him one day, and I'll talk about him."

Leng Jingyan just smiled and didn't answer, thinking that Ah Fei seemed a little strange these two days. He used to bask in the sun and sleep in the village when he had nothing to do, but now he ran out for several days in a row, and at the same time tidied himself up properly. sticky.

When he came back, he felt elated, and he must have hooked up with some young lady.

"Okay." Leng Jingyan agreed, seeing that there were more guests at that time, and it was not easy to keep chatting with Aunt Zhong, so he told her to go in and find Weiming.

Yun Ran also bid farewell to the two, and let Leng Jingyan lead them into the inner hall.

It wasn't too early for the two of them to arrive. At this time, the bride had already picked it up. The lobby was full of guests, pushing cups and changing glasses, chatting and laughing, it was very lively.

Seeing Leng Jingyan and Yun Ran walking towards him with a smile, Weiming immediately approached with a wine glass. Today he is wearing a big red wedding gown, and the beard on his face has been shaved. Due to years of martial arts practice, His skin was a golden wheat color, and his tough outline was even more handsome against the red background. He didn't know if he was too happy or he had drunk too much, his face was flushed, and his steps were a little weak.

"Jing Yan, hehehe..." Weiming didn't know what to say, so he raised his glass and laughed.

Leng Jingyan patted him on the shoulder, and the two men looked at each other and saw the previous eye contact.

"Congratulations." Leng Jingyan was sincerely happy for him, picked up the wine glass on the side table, clinked with him and drank it down.

Afterwards, the two randomly picked a seat and sat down.

At this time, all the guests at the table had already enjoyed their drinks. A middle-aged man with a Chinese-character face and one-character eyebrows looked at the empty bowl with chopsticks, and sang loudly to the sound of ding ding dong dong...

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning, don't you see the mirror in the high hall with sad and white hair, like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening..." Singing, many people echoed while knocking on the bowls and chopsticks, Pull the atmosphere to the highest point.

When the last sentence was sung, the crisp sound of knocking on the cup and bowl also stopped. The song "Jiangjinjiu" is really soul-stirring, and the lingering sound lasts for a long time.

At this time, the voice of the middle-aged man who took the lead sounded again, with a little drunkenness, and his mouth was a little vague, "Do you know who wrote this poem that has been passed down from mouth to mouth in our Liang country?"

His name is Wei Yu, the ancestor of the Wei family is quite well-known in Beijing, his father is Yun Changqian's subordinate, he was also a small official in Beijing, and now he is transferred to Jianghuai to take charge of the caravan before the two countries, although the official position is not big, Fortunately, there is a lot of oil and water.

At this time, when he said this, there was a hint of pride in his words.

At this time, everyone was also a little confused. This poem was widely circulated in Liangguo, but they had no way of knowing who made it.

"He must be a great Confucian with profound knowledge!"

"right…"

"Yes..." A young man in his early twenties yelled first, and when everyone saw someone speak up, they all echoed.

If you are not a great Confucian, how can you write such a magnificent poem, so amazing and beautiful.

Although not all the people present were scholars, Liangguo respected culture, and most of them could read and understand sentences.

The meaning of this poem can also be tasted.

"I see that, he is not only a great Confucian, but also a drunkard!" A sharp male voice didn't know where to go.

"Hahaha..." Everyone laughed.

"No one would have imagined that such a poem was written by a boudoir lady. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it."

As soon as the man finished speaking, everyone was amazed. Can a boudoir woman write such a poem?
I really want to see who the lady is?
"It's the third young lady of Prime Minister Yun's family. I met young lady at the banquet that day. Just the back view is enough to haunt people's dreams..." The man was fascinated, and everyone cheered.

Yunran has suffered from embarrassment since those people recited this poem at the beginning, but now she said that again, she was so ashamed that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

Leng Jingyan looked at her with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and looked at Yun Ran in front of her with a hint of pride.

What was clearly written in those eyes was "My woman is naturally the best."

Harmful Yun Ran scratched him several times.

(End of this chapter)